Sunday, May 31, 2009

I don't know how becoming a Pokemon master fits into a US History Class, but this met all of Lober's requirements and is now the final grade of my sister's junior history class career. So really, take a look and join me in asking: WTF?

Friday, May 29, 2009

I was skeptical that Toy Story 3 would suck. And let's face it, the original came out 14 years ago (!!!! We were so little!) and I have it on VHS. But the teaser, even though it's kind of grainy, looks pretty cute. And it's going to be in 3D, just like Up. Here's to hoping it's good.

Thursday, May 28, 2009

Radiohead has become a recent obsession for me, which I seem to be pre-primed for; according to the masters at Pandora, you're more apt to be a Radiohead fan if you like Coldplay. But anyway. My modest opinion is this: Radiohead should totally bust out a ukulele on the next CD.

But seriously.

Radiohead is one of the most experimental bands out there. They got the USC Marching Band to back them up at the Grammy's on "15 Step," which very few can get away with and still be awesome. You can hear them in the background of a lot of MTV shows, and in the Pretty Brit music spectrum, they fall to the far left of Coldplay (which gained some ground in the experimenting with the "Viva La Vida" album, which employed Radiohead producer Brian Eno to get there).

So it seems only natural that at some point, Thom Yorke would pick up a ukulele and go to town, and make all of the rest of alternative music wonder why they hadn't thought of doing it themselves. As motivation for Yorke to do this? I give you this dude, in one of the few "Creep" cover attempts.

Monday, May 25, 2009

Again, news sites of the world. Keep an eye on your headlines, because they don't mean what you think they might. Kanye West did not get a Pap Smear, he actually beat up a photographer.

Just the same, I'm pretty sure the Somali pirates didn't make a booty call. I know that "booty" also means loot, and if you're a pirate, you're known to get booty. But this does not imply, as the BBC News Service did, that they made a booty call.

Get it right, guys. I'll let it slide because this is the BBC, and because this slip makes sense. E!Online, however, is not forgiven for the pap smear headline. If for no other reason, they made me look up these entries of what "pap smear" means on Urban Dictionary. You're welcome.

Sunday, May 24, 2009

I'm convinced. After watching a few of those Wendy's "Frosty Posse" ads, I've decided that the goofball at the end of the commercial at first glance holds a passing resemblence to Bogart Boy Brad Collins. Thoughts? I'm pretty sure he kind of does. Mainly because, I could totally see him doing this.

Saturday, May 23, 2009

There are times when you can really see how dull Delaware is on a Saturday night, and how little is happening out there. Tonight was one of those nights.

Corinne and I decided to go to Woodside Creamery, because we were craving ice cream (and because it's arguably the best in the area, because they make their own from the milk from the cows they keep on the same farm). So we grabbed her two friends that were helping her with her project and drove over. The line wasn't too bad, and we got our ice cream pretty quick. I even ran into Mary while I was there.We then see the Mill Creek Ambulance and the emergency services truck pull up one right after the other to the gravel driveway. We start looking around for a crowd of people, or some sort of emergency. Was there a fire? Car accident? Had someone had a heart attack, or started seizing? The sirens weren't on, what was going on?

No. The paramedics just had a case of the munchies, and took a field trip—in the ambulance, with emergency services truck in tow—to go get some ice cream. There are probably hundreds of emergencies around the area, like kids celebrating the end of finals at UD with some good old fashioned alcohol poisoning, and the paramedics are here at Woodside getting some peppermint chocolate chip.

Just when I thought it would be a Lazy Sunday, I got called into work over at Kohl's. It's an odd feeling, really. I never want to go to work, but once I get there, I'm good. The people are nice (I was working with Cassandra, Whitney, Holly, Ryann, Brian, and Edna) and it wasn't too fast or slow.

But then a roach showed up.

I hear squealing from Ryann and Holly and think it's a spider. I was fully ready to step on the thing until I look over the counter and see this huge ass roach taking a stroll by register 13.

"Don't step on it, it'll crunch!" Holly says, backing away. She grabbed a hard tag Tupperware holder and put that over top, then slid a sale poster underneath to trap it. She tried to pick it up, but that didn't work out so well and ended with more squealing. They called Rito up and he just laughed, picked the roach holder up, and walked out the front door to set him free into the wild of the parking lot.

Just got to the Charter vs. St. Marks game and Lee's mom gave up blue leis to wave. "Sort of like a Terrible Towel." Dad called it a Terrible Lei, and gutter minded lacrosse moms everywhere laughed. It's going to be quite a game.

Friday, May 15, 2009

Do you ever listen to your iTunes on shuffle and find songs that you've never really listened to?

Do you ever do this and hear a song that you've heard in the background of a television show and always wanted to know what it was?

I totally just did both with "Idioteque" from Radiohead's Kid A CD (which I've grown to love since Danielle gave me that and Hail to the Theif). Turns out that I've heard it a million times before and loved it, but never knew it was Radiohead.

It's been in the background of every other episode of True Life that MTV has made. You know, when MTV was still kind of respectable.

The lounckist was told to know the dead chick so well they know the "color of her knickers." Dave's guess is that she was wearing red undies. Mad and I believe otherwise, she was a redhead. My guess is black, like my own.

Monday, May 11, 2009

I'm a shameless fan of House getting together with Cuddy. If you're a troll in fan forums, it would be referred to as "Huddy." And last week, when the BoGirls and I were watching the episode, The two were up against the door getting hot and heavy. Which was hot.

To the point where we were almost breaking quiet hours yelling "HI-OH!" at the TV.

Turns out the whole thing was hallucinated. He didn't have her lipstick, he wasn't taking off her clothes, and he's not clean and sober. He was going nuts and still popping pills.

Now the whole dream ending has been done before (including House itself, season 2), but this I thought was surprisingly well done. Even though the sex was fake (I still have hope it'll happen at some point for real), it was a really good ending and satisfying to see him end up in the loony bin. Which, apparently, was really shot in Jersey, unlike the rest of the show. I agree with Kristyne, the Cameron/Chase wedding was a sweeps staple and kind of boring. And Kutner showing up was a bit much (even though I love me some Kal Penn), Amber was all that was needed. But the rest of it was great.

The downside of all this is, of course, that I have to wait until September to see what exactly happens to House.

Tucker: hahaMe: What?Tucker: when gerard butler and the other spartans were training for the movieTucker: guess how many total reps they did?Me: 300.Tucker: exactlyMe: It boggles the mind.Me: I have to go drop off a final.Tucker: indeedTucker: i have to go drop off a deuceTucker: not reallyTucker: but it sounded like the right time to say itMe: It was a nice segue.Tucker: ooh, you spelled it correctly

Monday, May 4, 2009

No, this post is not about a Maroon 5 song of the same name. It was a legit wake up call.

Around 7:50 this morning, about an hour before my alarm clock goes off (9 AM. That's right, I'm a college student), I hear Fountains of Wayne "Hey Julie" and vibration from my desk, which is my Dad's ringtone.

I pick up and it's him, stuck in traffic, calling to tell me that Guns n' Roses "Welcome to the Jungle" was on the radio, and proceeds to hold up the phone to the radio so I can hear buzzing and faint screaming from Axl Rose.

If this post sounds like I'm pissed, really, I'm not. Dad does this a lot, actually, just not usually in the morning. It's usually when there's Barry White on the radio, just because "Can't Get Enough of Your Love" is the parental embarrassment song that he and Mom sing in public sometimes. Or sometimes when my sister's having her 17th birthday party in the basement and they're listening to rap, which usually ends in "Where did I go wrong? At least I have one daughter with good taste" in a forlorn voice.